Note: I don't own Foster's (that's obvious…), but I do own Hillari and Bree. Enjoy, everybodys!

"Monster!!" Hillari screamed jokingly. Sheran into her room and hid under the bed.

Hillari looked just like Wilt, except she was shorter, had both arms, a tail, the sides of her face were pointed, and she was ocean blue and pink. She wore a purple hooded tank-top and shoes and pants just like Ed's, but her belt buckle was a little different. She was very young, too. If she were a human, she'd probably be about 5 or 6 years old.

Wilt came bounding after her. He entered the room and looked around, spotted her, and said, "I wonder where Hillari is…" Hillari giggled.

"Is she in the closet?" Wilt ran to the closet, opened it, and looked. "Nope. Is she…" He looked under the bed and said, "under the bed?"

Hillari laughed and tackled him.

"Tickle fight!" she announced.

Suddenly Bloo burst in.

"Guys! You won't believe this! Oh crud..."

Hillari came over and hugged him.

"Choking. Not breathing."

Hillari put him down.

"Sorry, Bloo..."

"As I was saying, you won't believe what just happened!" Bloo said with excitment.

"What?" Wilt asked. "Did you humiliate Frankie? Again..."

"Nope. Even better!"

"Isn't it awesome?!"

"It's a spring..." said Wilt, unimpressed.

"Not just a spring. A blue !" Hillari squealed as she reached for it. Bloo pulled it away.

"No spring for you!" said Bloo.

Meanwhile, at the front door...

An imaginary friend came in and asked, "Is this Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends?" She looked just like Wilt. But she was a little bit shorter, had both arms, a tail, had the number 2 on her stomache, had cat-type feet, and was pink and red.

"Yes it is, dear! Come in! Make yourself at home!" Madame Foster replied. "By the way, I'm Madame Foster!"

"Hi, I'm Bree!" The imaginary friend introduced herself. She walked in (trying to avoid hitting her head) and saw Wilt. She introduced herself again. Wilt just stared.

'She's so beautiful...' thought Wilt.

Aren't you going to tell me your name?" Bree asked.

"Oh yeah! I-I'm W-w-wilt..." He held out his sweaty hand and smiled weakly. Bree giggled. his cheeks turned pink and he ran off in embarassment.